Hayley, I'm your original fan at Solo Touch. This is for you! This story will give you an idea of what excites me-subtle things, a human connection, and girls who like masturbation!
Before I tell my story, I want to share a recent discovery that, after 3+ decades of very, very good orgasms from masturbation, is giving me the best solo orgasms of my life! I usually do not use any type of lube. Sometimes I might use hand lotion or baby oil for variety. But not too long ago I decided to try a long-neglected bottle of *arnica gel*, which I got for sore muscles and never really used. But let me tell you, for masturbating, this gel is simply amazing. It has just the right amount of lube and it doesn't dry out. I'm not sure if that's what makes it so good, but when I masturbate with it, I can get right up to the edge and then completely relax just before I cum. Then my cock starts twitching and suddenly my cum just starts spurting out of the eye, making my cock feel like a garden hose for sperm. Afterwards I am completely drained, never has John Updike's 'pearly ache of satisfaction' more applied to me. Yesterday I was so blissed out after I came that I was like a zombie, moving so slowly and languidly as I mowed the lawn. Later in the day I went back into my bedroom and masturbated again, it was so good. My wife might have wondered why I had nothing left for her!
I'm curious how a woman might feel, rubbing arnica gel all over her vulva. Someone please try it and let us know! I'll bet it will feel very, very good.
Anyway, the story! It's a slight story, and I'm not going to embellish it by making something up to give it a perfect ending. It's just a very happy, sexy memory.
So in my late 20s I made my biannual trip to the doc for a routine check-up. He saw me as 'at risk' for skin cancer because of my skin type, and always checked me over carefully. This time, he went a step further and arranged for his assistant to take some photos for later comparison in case anything changed over time. He left me alone in the room to wait for her to arrive.
Now, I'm proud of my body (still), being a runner and thus with very good muscle tone and no flab. And I had on only a pair of white bikini briefs, which I think flatter me, showing the muscles at my hips, wrapping my (as I've been told) nice ass in a flattering way, and of course leaving little to the imagination up front. But I'm also physically kind of shy, in the sense that I (still) cannot undress in front of a woman without instantly becoming aroused. It's a problem for me even where it shouldn't be, as in a coed nude spa I visited not long ago in Baden-Baden. And, at that time (my 20s) I was still very shy about how embarrassing it would be to get an erection in front of a stranger.
So, in she walks, and she is lovely! Irish colouring, fair skin, brunette hair, neither thin nor overweight. Just lovely, with pretty eyes and a very disarmingly confident/shy smile. And my age or even a bit younger. She had a naive but professional air about her, but I had the sense she felt slightly awkward to be alone in the room with me in my state of undress. Even so, she proceeded, first with my back. But as I was awaiting her request that I turn around, I started to feel embarrassed, and my cock started to swell a little, and that made me feel very embarrassed. When she asked me to turn around, it was really, really obvious that I had a half hard-on. At first, she could pretend she didn't notice. But she was trying to photograph all my exposed skin and as she moved down my chest toward my stomach I began to get really very hard. I felt butterflies at that point, and my palms began to sweat. By that point the fabric was absolutely straining to keep my cock under wraps.
It was actually in the way of her next picture at that point. She said something like 'um, oh boy, could you...' and I very awkwardly improvised a solution of sort of pulling down on the underwear so my knob would be out of the way. My pubes were basically exposed at that point. She was pretty flustered but tried to carry on, but while holding the camera to her eye she actually reached out to touch my stomach (to put it in focus??), and it gave me such butterflies I physically shuddered. That was her last picture and she put down the camera.
At that point I thought she would simply leave but she glanced at the door (ajar) and bit her lip and sort of whispered 'do you want to show me?' I needed no encouragement but I moved very tenderly and gently, to draw it out. I very slowly pulled the fabric away from my body and lowered it to beneath my balls, my now rock-hard cock springing instantly up to point at the ceiling. I watched her eyes to see her reaction, which was to kind of swallow as she looked at me throbbing to the racing beat of my heart. She glanced again at the door and without asking just sort of reached out and touched my shaft with a couple of fingertips. She said 'it's beautiful', words which I've never forgotten!
She was nervous about our being discovered so at that point she picked up her camera and turned to leave. By now I had a big drop of pre-cum and my knees were weak. As she prepared to leave she paused for a second to see if anyone was nearby in the hallway. It seemed quiet so she looked at me again and gave a quick little half-smile and then just about rocked my world by gripping my cock and with her thumb rubbing my precum over my tip. As she left she quietly said 'I wish I could stay and watch, because I know what you need to do' and gave me this lingering look that I cannot forget.
Whew. Telling that story has me feeling exactly the way I did that day!! I can't lie and say I stayed to masturbate in the examination room, or even that I managed to see her before I left. But I can tell you that I barely made it to the bathroom in the waiting room, and with about three quick, gentle strokes just exploded all over the tile wall. Oh my god, that is still one of the best orgasms I've ever had in my life!!!